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I haven't had much time to sit in front of a television in the last few days. However, last night, I was channel surfing that last ten minutes before I could no longer resist slipping into a state of unconsciousness.
And in that surfing, I heard some woman giving an interview in which she said something to the effect of: raising children is so important because you never know what greatness will come from them...what they will turn out to be.
Now those aren't the exact words, but the tone/message was definitely one of: you might be raising the next President or a network news anchor or a scientist who finds the cure for cancer

And I got to thinking about that: What constitutes greatness?

Sure, all those things will clearly impact many lives. I think we focus on that a lot...how many lives will you touch. I especially think in this time in history, there's a weight to how many people know who you are....that whole fame-game, 'reality' television, a celebrity who is only known for being a celebrity thing. Because, surely, if people KNOW who you are, than you must be making an impact.

Have you ever in your life dealt with a report that contained, quite literally, 75,000 lines of data?
I wouldn't recommend it.
I especially wouldn't recommend it if you only care about 2500 of those lines of data and have to go ripping through the blasted thing to find what you need.
I also wouldn't recommend EVER answering your business line so close to the holidays.
I was all ready to be helpful, but THIS?
In my head, I was saying "Dude, seriously, it's the week before Christmas. My brain disengaged three days ago."
Instead, I heard my voice (that was apparently abducted by alien forces) utter "I'd be glad to help. I'll get it to you by Monday."
Liar.
I'm not glad to help.
I'm annoyed.

and even though I'm annoyed, I'm doing it anyway.

So there it is.
Cat's outta the bag. I am not always sunshine and bad-jokes.
Sometimes, I wanna smack someone.

My laptop PC has been on the fritz for the last few days. The monitor has been shorting out....the longer the PC was on, the more frequently it would "fade to black". And while that's a neat party trick, it's really irritating when you're trying to get work done.

While I was able to log a tech support call over the weekend, they unfortunately were unable to get a replacement shipped until Monday AM.
The UPS guy delivered my PC this am. The second I heard the knock on the door, I was doing my happy dance. I addressed the box, "Hello gorgeous."

It's a sickness, really, how much this keyboard is practically an extension of my brain, my voice, the very fiber of my being. I need it to perform my job duties. Also, since I do not work locally with my manager or colleagues, I'm heavily reliant on this box for communications and building/maintaining relationships.

Not only does this circuitry supply my livelihood, but as a writer, that whole pen-to-paper thing just can't keep up with how fast my ideas develop. And while I enjoy holidays away from the keys, when I'm in write mode, the keyboard is my addiction 'fix.'

I mentioned in my last journal entry that my mother came to town for a visit and for our annual Disney visit.
We always spend 2-3 nights at a Disney resort, and if at all possible we stay at the Wilderness Lodge.....I love it there. If I ever run away from home, THAT is where you'll most likely find me. (although, there are equal odds that I will be in a real wilderness lodge, deep in the woods, far away from so many people).

Here are a few observations from our adventure:

- the two greatest words in all of Disneydom were uttered to us upon check-in. What are those words, you ask? Free upgrade.

- Went to Epcot for the first time in about ten years. New interactive feature for kids is very cool. "Kim Possible" Missions are sprinkled through the World Showcase nations. Use a kimunicator (essentially, a modified cell phone) to perform an interactive 'scavenger hunt'. My son had a lot of fun with it.

- I didn't plan adequately to eat my way around the world showcase. However, I did start a collection of 'chocolate bars of the world'. Currently enjoying Norway. Delicious.

This morning, at a bright and early 5 AM, I chauffeured my mother to the airport for her trip back to the frozen tundra of the midwest.

Each year, in early December, my mother comes to Florida to visit me, celebrate our birthdays, and embark on our annual Disney extravapalooza with my son. It is, in fact, our 'holidays' together.

The trip always begins with Christmas shopping. Not your run of the mill shopping, but some serious marathon, power-shopping (followed by serious, marathon Christmas wrapping).
I don't believe I have ever carried so many shopping bags. The shopping itself was quite enjoyable. Found great bargains, and indulged in some little non-essentials that make life worth living. (The Yankee Candle in spiced pumpkin. Yummy!)
Now, I don't want to speak blasphemy, but this year, I have never been so GLAD when a day of shopping was over.

You see, our shopping was interrupted by my lovers. They wouldn't let up...always interrupting, especially whenever I needed to dash across a parking lot or pack the bags into the car. They were competing with one another, for crying out loud. And I was with my MOTHER! Can you imagine?

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